Chapter 226: The World Of Paintings
What’s going on? Did Shen Yu hide inside the painting? Milky snowflakes? No? How did Shen Yu know that he could hide in that painting? And why are there monkeys inside the painting? Is this information from selling his body again?
Dumplings and sister-in-law? No. What does it mean?
Doesn’t this mean getting trapped inside the painting? Once he goes out without an elevator, doesn’t he get cut by the blade?
The barrage watched the scene with surprise, shock, and confusion.
Only at this very moment in the Defence Department of Zhouchi City.
"Wow! If the painting on the wall is a world, could the current seventh floor also be a world? Shen Yu, can’t he find the seventh floor painting? He seems to be waiting for someone."
Jiao Kua smiled with a growing interest and moved closer to the screen.
"Ha! Captain Zhao, what do you mean by saying the seventh floor is a world too? Are you saying that the current seventh floor is also a painting? But there’s no seventh floor hanging painting on the wall."
Ho Yong only half understood.
Zhao Kuo smiled and said, "Think bigger. There are paintings on the wall that you can enter, and the world inside that painting holds the seventh floor hanging painting. This, Shen Yu, Shen Yu, you wait for me, Shen Yu."
At the same time, Mo Xian hurried into the elevator.
But as soon as the elevator door closed, he was left in confusion.
"Wait, which floor should I press now? Where would Shen Yu go?"
His time jumping is awesome, but it doesn’t have the ability to rewind past scenes.
After hesitating, he looked at the elevator buttons, and Mo Xian noticed that the buttons for the first and sixth floors were now grey, unable to be pressed.
The buttons for the second, third, fifth, and seventh floors were lit up.
"Damn! Can’t go outside during work hours. Can’t return to the dorm? If the first floor can’t be left during the day and at night. The ratmen are there. How do we escape the Evolution Food Company?"
𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖
Mo Xian thought of this suddenly.
His eyes shifting repeatedly between the second, third, fifth, and seventh floors.
He finally pressed the buttons for the fifth and seventh floors.
The second floor, he was sure, Shen Yu wouldn’t go. No need for it.
As for the remaining fifth and seventh floors.
Ding dong.
Fifth floor arrived.
After the elevator bell rang, Mo Xian walked along the fifth floor hallway, but didn’t see any doors opening.
Until he reached the door of 502, Mo Xian wondered if Shen Yu might be inside.
His, he can’t be doing something with a snake person.
Boldly leaning towards the door, Mo Xian suddenly heard a hissing snake sound and immediately ran back to the elevator in fear.
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! Even if it isn’t long, he is not Su Xian. This guy cannot be inside. 502. Then, what is left?"
There is only Ding Dong.
As the elevator doors closed, the elevator slowly went up to seventh floor.
Seventh floor arrived.
Clang.
The moment the elevator door opened, Mo Xian was also shocked by the paintings hanging all over the walls.
In the corridor, inside the rooms, everywhere there were thick and crowded hanging paintings.
He did not know if it was his illusion.
Mo Xian always felt that there were two lines of sight looking at him, as if he felt something.
He looked at an oil painting of green sea of trees at the elevator entrance, but that oil painting was plain and ordinary.
"Damn! Forget it! Forget it! I remember this family is also a client. I absolutely cannot let Shen Yu grab this order."
"Damn!"
Stamping his feet, Mo Xian did not have time to care about anything.
He walked straight into the corridor.
"Mr. Long, right? You are at home, right? You are at home, right? I am the sales from Evolution Food Company. I spoke with you on the phone. I want to ask you, do you need?"
His shouting voice sounded.
Mo Xian passed through countless empty rooms.
Suddenly, a strange sound rang in his ear.
Slash, slash.
"Hmm."
Looking carefully on the wall above his head, suddenly, like cut by a knife, a thin, long light crack appeared.
Russell, rustle, rustle.
Dirt and dust fell onto his face.
"What?"
Before the word "ghost" could come out of his mouth, with a slash sound, a thin, long knife cut came horizontally from the wall at half waist height.
Buzz.
At about the position of Mo Xian’s waist, a knife cut appeared on the left wall.
Then a cold wind quickly blew toward his left waist.
Cold and freezing nightlight flashed.
Mo Xian’s right eyelid jumped wildly.
After a wave of bad feeling rose in his heart, he did not dare to delay.
His face turned serious at once.
"Time jump."
Buzz.
Before his eyes, images of the next 30 seconds flashed quickly.
Pucci sound.
At the moment, the knife light flashed past.
At the same height on the right wall, the groove exploded open.
Mo Xian widened his eyes, watching a line of blood flash at his waist.
The upper half of his body and the lower half of his body slowly separating.
Puff, puff, puff.
Blood mist burst out.
He was cut into two pieces.
"Damn it! Time jump."
Painting within painting.
Painting within painting within painting.
Buzz.
Not daring to delay at all, Mom Xian used time jump at the first moment. After the space in front of him shook again and again with a boom sound, a groove exploded open on the wall at his right side, while Mo Xian himself was not hurt at all.
Stepping back dozens of steps, he jumped over it.
He jumped over the moment in time when he was injured.
"Damn it, Mr. Long, you and I have no hatred, no grudge. Why do you?"
Mo Xian tried to say a few words of defence to the air, but the next moment,
Slash.
This time, at the corner of the wall, a slanted knife cut split the wall surface, slanting down toward Mo Xian’s face.
See, see, see, see.
His mouth was full of curse words.
Mo Xian rushed toward the elevator entrance without thinking.
Like in line, he hit the elevator down button hard again and again.
But the elevator screen never showed any sign of movement.
"See this place? What kind of ghost place is this?"
Slash.
On the ground, suddenly a knife cut exploded open.
The tile shattered at once.
A cold light actually slashed up from below toward his crotch.
"Damn it! Damn it! Time jump."
Using time jump for the second time after the surrounding space shook, Missouri Shen’s figure appeared in a room far away, and at the place where he originally stood, with a buzz sound, the ceiling was cut open with a huge groove.
Rustle, rustle, rustle!
Dust fell down.
Before Mo Xian could even breathe half a breath, by his ear again came a hateful slash, slash cutting sound.
"Damn! NMD. Is it endless? Is it endless?"
Realising that it was impossible to keep running away, and that seventh floor still could not be left, Mo Xian’s slowly filled with blood, staring hard at the surroundings.
He could become the captain.
Besides the unsolvable talent, he still had some ability to react on the spot.
"Damn it! Damn it! Cannot run and cannot escape. Here is still empty with no one. What the hell is here besides these damn paintings? Wait, wait. Paintings?"
In the blink of an eye, he looked towards the hanging paintings, and Mo Xian suddenly noticed something.
That is, even though the walls were full of dents and cuts, only the spots where the paintings hung remained untouched.
The opponent had deliberately avoided those paintings when they attacked.
"Paintings? Could the secret be in those paintings?"
Scrape.
Another hateful sound of scraping paper came, and Mo Xian cleverly ran to a painting, lifting one off the wall, thinking that maybe hiding behind it would help him avoid the attack.
But the room.
In the next moment, the legs exposed outside the frame grew cold.
"Damn. Time jump."
The room.
Mo Xian’s face turned black as he immediately dropped the painting, and the wall at the height of his feet exploded with a loud boom, creating a horizontal trench.
"Damn it!"
Boom, boom, boom.
In the third time jump, Mo Xian hit each of the paintings in the inner room, one by one.
Still, there was no reaction.
Thud, thud, thud.
As the paintings fell to the floor in the inner room, it seemed to thoroughly anger the attacker.
Suddenly, the entire seventh floor started shaking and twisting, and a black crack appeared in the corridor of the seventh floor, like an invisible hand forcefully tearing through here.
With the tearing sounds, the inner space of the seventh floor began to crumple up like paper.
"Shit! It’s over. It’s over."
Mo Xian stood at the door, watching the floor bend and pulled towards him like crumpling paper.
His originally dark face turned even darker as he pressed against his chest.
"Damn it! Damn it! I shouldn’t have come out. Why did I come out? That bastard Shen Yu might have already died here. No wonder this place is very dangerous. No wonder. No wonder."
Who? Who? Who? Who?
His breath grew increasingly shallow, and Mo Xian saw his hands shrinking and folding, finally forcing himself to endure the discomfort and activate a time jump again.
This was his fourth time forcefully using the time jump ability.
Time.
Puff.
The moment his ability was activated, Mo Xian couldn’t help but taste blood in his throat and spat out a large mouthful of blood mist.